Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Chapter 501 Emperor Tengu, and... (Complete chapter)

Under the scorching sun, the prison car passed by on the streets of Hengcheng.

Zhizhiyouyou.

The disheveled prisoner, covered in blood and half-clothed, showed his miserable appearance to the eyes of the citizens without any protection.

This is a steel prison car specially prepared for serious criminals. It is escorted by a whole brigade of police officers. You can't see the end of it when walking on the street. There are also shackles that are half as heavy as the prisoner's body... all of which indicate that they are being escorted. importance and danger to people.

Pedestrians looked curiously.

"Who at such a young age...has to suffer this?"

The prisoner looked like he was a half-grown man, he could do anything.

Is it necessary to treat it this way?

At this time, his companion quickly signaled him to be silent.

Then she whispered something into his ear.

The faces of this group of people suddenly turned pale.

He immediately hunched his neck and pulled his companion to hide aside, for fear of being discovered, as if he had just discussed the prisoner.

However.

The other side of the street.

"Sir, would you like to..."

A samurai held his sword and gestured with his palm.

"No need." The warrior chief shook his head and said, "I'm not here to save him."

This samurai chief had just reached middle age and already had a full head of silver hair. He looked like he had experienced many vicissitudes of life. What's even more striking is that, as a United City warrior and a son of Green Plains, the weapon he carries behind his back is a heavy segmented axe.

People know it.

Except for the stupid and strong ones of the Sharks, most ordinary people can't even lift such a heavy weapon, unless it is specially customized to look hollow.

However, anyone who can actually use this type of weapon is comfortable with it.

They are all terrible people.

It can be seen from the fearful attitude of the people around him and the heartfelt reverence in the voices of his subordinates that this samurai chief is one of them.

Among the many sights, the silver-haired man was just looking straight at the prison car approaching from a distance and the young prisoner inside.

"Don't look at everyone like those thugs..." the samurai commander said, "it's not surprising that others know him."

"It's that Lukin after all."

"How many years has it been since the rebellion? Only then did the blood of a great lord flow on the hands of a commoner child."

"Everyone gets scared."

"Afraid of blood...splattering on myself again."

After saying that, he led the entire group of warriors to meet the team in the prison car.

"We will take over from now on," the silver-haired warrior said to the sergeant leading the prison van.

"That's right." The Sheriff showed a humble and flattering expression, "But Commander Jon, you have to be careful, he is..."

"I know, there have been no accidents in my hands..."

"Really?" A sneer came.

The prisoner in the car opened his eyes and looked at the silver-haired warrior.

His whole body was covered with wounds left by torture instruments, with pus flowing out of them, and maggots burrowing in and out of his flesh. His whole body exuded a stench that could not be covered by blood.

before being sent.

This assassin had obviously suffered inhuman torture and was almost dying.

However at this moment,

Lu Jin didn't care at all about the pain, his eyes still had a murderous look, like a hungry beast that couldn't get enough to eat.

"Jon? I've heard of you." He actually reacted to the name of the warrior commander, "The Hooded Guard...the Ripper, the noble's lackey."

"If you really have never failed, what about your master? Why didn't I see him in Hengcheng?"

Lujin looked at Jon's missing hood and the extra blue eagle pattern on his chest, his words full of sarcasm.

"Now I'm wearing the clothes of the imperial army openly again... After changing the owner, I licked it very quickly."

Upon seeing this, the Sheriff quickly took out his bloody and rusty steel hand and inserted it into Lu Jin's mouth, cursing: "You don't want your life, what are you saying to Commander Jon..."

"It doesn't matter." Jon stopped him and turned to Lu Jin, "I am also sorry for the death of Lord Yu Yi... but it sounds like you are more angry than me."

When hearing the name "Yuichi".

The expressions of the surrounding police officers and samurai changed, and they felt uncomfortable. They didn't dare to answer the question and just pretended not to hear.

What Jon was talking about was the former great lord of Hengcheng.

This great lord of Heng City has an orthodox bloodline that has been passed down since the founding of the United City. He is also a rare sword-wielding nobleman who maintains the tradition and personally practices in the military. He is not a gilded playboy who goes through the motions.

It stands to reason.

Even if the death of a great lord is taboo, it is not to this extent.

However, although there is no evidence.

But everyone knows that the person who killed Yuichi was none other than Long En, the president of the Merchant Blade.

That night, Hengcheng closed its doors.

Many guards on duty heard the shrill wail of Lord Yuda when he was eaten alive by flying weta, commonly known as "Skiss-billed Gulls" in the vast desert outside the city gate.

It resounded endlessly.

Now Hengcheng's new great lord Ji Yong is a bit flattering to say that he is a die-hard supporter of Long En, but it is not an exaggeration to say that he is Long En's puppet.

When it comes to political struggles, this matter is very sensitive.

Those of them who are subordinates will avoid it if they can avoid it.

I didn't expect Jon to be so frank. As a hooded guard, he didn't shy away from the death of his former master and even had a hint of nostalgia, which surprised Lukin.

"Bah! Of course I hate it..." He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, "I just hate that it wasn't me who killed him!"

"Thank you for your concern." Jon's tone was still light, "But before that, you should worry about yourself first."

"Me?" Lukin sneered, "Can't you bear it anymore and chop off my head, huh? Or do you want to do what you are best at?"

His eyes drifted to the other party's segmented axe.

"On the contrary, Lukin." Jon said, "His Majesty Tengu has ordered that he wants you alive."

Hearing this, the guards escorting the prisoner car and the warriors who came to take over were shocked at the same time. Obviously, they didn't get the news in advance.

I thought Lukin was going to be pushed to the city gate and beheaded directly.

Assassinating a great lord, such a crime and offense, let alone killing nine clans, even the neighbors on the street, acquaintances and relatives were slaughtered... This punishment is not excessive.

Unfortunately, they had investigated in advance.

Lukin is an orphan.

His parents were both slaves, and now he has no other relatives.

"Don't kill me... Have you really been sitting on your butts for too long, and your brains have become rotten?" Lukin himself couldn't believe what Jon said.

"Don't be too happy too soon." Jon said, "Not killing you doesn't mean I'll let you go..."

"Maybe, by then."

"For you, even death is a luxury."

"Take it away." The silver-haired officer ordered.

...

...

"President, please." The black-clothed waiter prepared a cup of flower tea and placed it in front of the man.

The waiter wore a strange straw hat like a basket, which completely covered his head, neck and face, but from his slender gray-yellow fingers, it can be seen that this waiter is a beehive man.

Nowadays, the number of bee people immigrants in the United City is rising sharply.

Most of them are refugees.

The nobles welcome this very much.

Worker bees can replace farmers, soldier bees can replace soldiers, and beehive princes can replace technicians, housekeepers, and crossbowmen... It can be said that there are no better slaves in the world than them, and they are more loyal and lowly, forming a perfect social form.

If these beehive people cannot reproduce themselves.

I believe that most lords will choose them as the main citizens.

However, the waiter in front of him is different from those brothers who fled. His behavior and gestures reveal an omnipresent elegance. It can be seen at a glance that he has undergone long and deliberate training.

And the master he serves is also different.

Long En picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then closed his eyes, using the steam of the tea to relax and fumigate his cheeks, which would make him feel more energetic.

"President." The waiter hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Since Lukin has been captured... why not just kill him?"

"This has caused many lords to complain about you."

"It's not that I don't want to kill him." Long En didn't open his eyes, "It's that His Majesty wants him."

"Is it really Tengu?" The waiter blurted out, without respect in his tone.

This is really unbelievable.

In the past, President Long En often issued orders in the name of the emperor, so the waiter subconsciously thought that this time was the same.

Unexpectedly, saving Lukin.

It was actually the intention of Emperor Tengu himself.

What's the purpose?

That was a revenge maniac who was determined to kill all the nobles, including Tengu. He even took action to shock everyone...

"Maybe he thought it was fun." Long En's tone rarely showed a trace of helplessness. "It's rare to be able to break into the White Weasel Town alone, kill Lord Kaga and escape unscathed under the search of heavy hooded guards and samurai... Such an assassin is too rare - at least he is not boring."

"It's a pity that Lu Jin didn't know that the cleaning boy he let go was His Majesty himself."

"After His Majesty saw Lu Jin stabbing the knife into Kaga's chest with his own eyes, he kept talking about it to me after he came back."

"Now, this 'toy' has finally been obtained by him."

Hearing this, the waiter fell silent.

Outsiders don't know that the current Tengu Emperor of United City does have many quirks, but they are not overly revealed due to the strict blockade.

In comparison, dressing up as a servant or even asking for a murderer assassin...are still relatively normal among them.

Now the real power of the central empire is in the hands of their own guild leader.

But Tengu is the emperor in name only, and if he has any harmless requests, Long En will still try his best to satisfy them, just like coaxing a child.

In fact, the more willful Tengu is.

They are more relieved.

Otherwise, after the bloody rebellion, it would not be Tengu who took over the position of the late Emperor Anxi...

"Then, Lukin will be sent to your Majesty's "treasury." said the waiter.

It is called a vault, but it is actually a dungeon.

It is just west of Hengcheng, and was rebuilt in the United City to detain political prisoners. Now it has expanded several times - this is also Long En's work, nominally a birthday gift from the Merchant Guild to the emperor on a birthday.

It is filled with various torture instruments that have set a precedent in human history.

They are all Tengu's favorites.

So much so that when he was bored in the capital Heft, he would go to the "treasury" to kill time, and even sent one of the few war-levels who were still loyal to the emperor to serve as the warden.

This also makes it convenient for Long En, who is nearby, to monitor his movements at any time.

"Yeah." Long En put down his tea cup and smiled, "But your Majesty might have really made a good move this time..."

Before he finished speaking, he deliberately stopped talking and looked at the waiter as if he was taking a test.

The waiter paused briefly and then picked up the man's train of thought:

"Anti-slavery."

Lu Jin sternly denied it during the torture, and no one else could find any evidence or connection. However, the assassin's stealth assassination skills were so difficult, and it appeared to be a one-man operation, but in fact it seemed like someone was secretly assisting him and could always obtain the information in advance. Rumors... it's hard not to make people suspicious of that secret organization.

Even though Lukin was not a formal member of the anti-slavery group.

With his skill, achievements, and hatred for the United Cities.

Anti-slavery people must also have contacted and contacted him, and they will not give up easily.

Killing Lu Jin would be the end of the matter, but if you hold him in your hand, you might be able to pull out the anti-slavery person behind him.

It's not a bad deal at all.

"The treasury is not at the core of the empire. It is possible to seduce them into rescuing..." The waiter said his judgment and gradually fell into a selfless state.

He unconsciously put his fingers into the tea cup in front of Long En, picked up the water stains and began to draw on the stone table.

Soon.

The water stains were not yet dry, but a map appeared on the table.

The twists and turns of the traces on it were exactly what the waiter had thought about. At a glance, there were more than a dozen possible routes for the anti-slavery people to take action.

Long En was not angry at his gaffe.

Instead, there was a sense of appreciation and relief in his eyes.

It's not like looking at subordinates.

It's more like looking at his own child.

"Black scratches, edge town..." the waiter stopped his fingers and raised his eyebrows, "and flash land."

"Yes, the calculation is very accurate." Long En praised, "You have been waiting for this time for a long time, right?"

"Then...after today, you don't have to stay with me every moment."

"Thank you, President!" The waiter saluted quickly. The sudden good news made his calm and calm voice tremble a little.

Few people know what this means.

——He left the army.

The waiter had imagined this moment coming countless times, but it came much sooner than he expected.

There are naturally many reasons for this.

He had mixed feelings.

But before celebrating the good news, the waiter discovered that there was another thing lingering in his mind that he could not forget for a long time.

He looked at the fingers.

It was stained with tea and was pressing on the last place.

"flash".

The great plain where the wandering tribes lived was also the one the waiter had just calculated as the only way for anti-slavery people to contact or even rescue Lu Jin.

If it is usual.

this is nothing.

But combined with the previous message...

Shandi now has——

"What? Child, are you scared?" Long En still had the same expression as before, with a happy smile, but matching his tone at the moment, he suddenly looked a little cold, "This is not like 'you'... "

"—Yamudou."

The waiter who heard this name from Long En's mouth immediately understood something.

He bowed respectfully, then slowly took off the basket hat on his head, and the sunlight in the courtyard shone on his face.

This waiter who has always been hiding in the shadows, his appearance is actually the same as that of the man who walks out, is regarded as the highest authority representative of the merchant guild, and may even be trained as the successor of Long En, but ends up dying in the swamp. The hive prince...

Exactly the same.